Rosenbush Cafe

© By Kalliope Amorphous and Black Baccara Perfume Co.

Today, in the midst of our heat wave, which started in early June, I was leaving the house for a day of work at the office and in the city. I decided to check my mailbox before I left, even though it was a few minutes past noon, and my mail carrier never arrives in the ayem.

Today, he did.

My only mail was a package from Black Baccara Perfume Co.

I knew it would be a unique experience when I ordered my Goddess Theme Sampler.

With a few more selections to experiment with, I took the tiny vial of Marquis de Sade and strategically placed it in three places on my face; beneath my nose in the space where my moustache separates, on my Adam’s apple and near my Third Eye. Afterwards, a tiny drop on my heart chakra and I was off to face my busy day.

And now, over seven hours later and there is still a faint reminder of the delicious bouquet. No overpowering but earthy and sans wipes an leather. Somewhere in the cosmos the Marquis is

I haven’t worn cologne in years; I am allergic to most and when I ordered the sampler, and added some others: Nosferatu, Absinthe and Poisoned Pudding, I knew I was altering my recent dark perspective with ‘uncommon scents.”

My day went better than any this month and I owe it all to Black Baccara Perfume Company.

If you haven’t visited Kalliope Amorphous’ many sites by now; shame on you. Besides being a world renowned artistic hurricane force of exquisite talent she is now a perfumer extraordinaire. Visit her site and order one of her many fragrances. You will not be disappointed…

….unless you ignore me and don’t use your common scents!

Black Baccara Perfume Co. © Kalliope Amorphous

Kalliope Amorphous never rests.

If I could bottle her talents and determination I would have already completed five novels, a book of poetry, and a screenplay and would be living in rural Maine on an acre of bucolic loveliness.

Artist extraordinaire and a wondrous beacon of white light to anyone who aspires to set free their talents on the world, Kalliope consistently works meticulously to explore art, poetry, photography and writing on a level few dream of much less, in reality, succeed, and her accomplishments are celebrated across the globe. One merely needs to look at “Our Main Course,” on the right sidebar, to discover Kalliope’s artistry is profound, provocative and exceptional.

Her newest adventure begins on Friday, August 6th: Black Baccara Perfume

I recommend to anyone with a pulse to visit her sites and explore, with her, the world beyond the corporeal.

I do not wish to steal her spotlight further, so learn all about her and Black Baccara Perfumes by visiting the Musecatcher, Kalliope Amorphous

Rosenbush Cafe in the Sixties

Rather than close down Rosenbush Café I am making fundamental menu modifications coinciding with obdurate circumstances beyond my control.

The Saturday Midnight Movie series has been cancelled due to indifference from readers and personal impassiveness anticipated because of current business outside the realm of the ether and Rosenbush Café. The previous films will remain in the archives under El Cine: Entertainment Section.

I may revive the series, if there is interest; however, with increasingly difficult times ahead I need to focus my consciousness on circumstances requiring all my concentration since it is a solitary effort.

Our Main Course will eternally feature Kalliope Amorphous and I am resolute in promoting all of her successes: exhibits, featured works in publications, on the ether and in the corporeal world, and each of her professional sites. Kalliope is the most significant artistic influence today in the world of self-portrait photography, poetry and writing. Her inspiration has encouraged me to continue my activities even in the face of personal disenchantment.

All menu links will remain and there will be new ones added when essential to my pursuit of artistic, imaginative and inspirational meditation.

Hypnagogique will remain on Mondays; however, since I am not a skillful poet I will revive older material rather than devote time to an area of expertise outside my purview. The conclusion of the two-part reminiscence of my journey to Maine will be featured Monday.

Wednesday Ladies’ Night will be truncated and essentially offer beloved music, from my discography, with brief illuminations concerning the performers and continue published under Obsessive Collector.

There will be weekly eXisTenTiaLNihLisT treatises; two more for May: “Encounters with Mental Renovations of Soul’s Property Condemnation” will explore sinister regions of the psyche and the accepted obliteration of personal freedoms, and “Hatching Inspiration from the Misery Egg” investigates mythological archetypes, as an enduring alternative to ordinary existence on this planet.

Occasional feline essays will appear and later this summer I propose to take all of the CSP (Cool Side of the Pillow) stories concerning my experiences with Alzheimer’s disease and my mothers’ death and merge them into a multivariate series. I will delete a number of insignificant past entries from 2007-08 or, when applicable, repost them with revisions.

Self Portrait, May, 2010

I neither consider my actions frivolous nor my accomplishments meaningless; I will not vacillate in continuous publication of this blog; however, it is imperative I conclude my mission to liberate my spirit and I have the chutzpah to succeed.

Thanks to everyone for their support of this free enterprise and your ongoing patience is appreciated beyond simple words from my humble heart.

Henry B. Rosenbush

the obsessive collector

While doing routine maintenance, which means looking through past posts for dead links and music and movie excerpts removed due to copyright infringements of because no one wants to share great music, I cam across my pre-Christmas musical retrospective and found that three of the songs no longer were viable. Well, since there are no holidays in April unless you count Earth Day on April 22nd, I thought it would be fun to remove this from last year and bring it forward into nearly four months.

Forget radio or television, it is difficult to go into any mall, store or public venue after Thanksgiving and not be inundated with Christmas Music. Call me Scrooge Rosenbush but I went into a local Winn Dixie recently only to buy a bag of cat food, some potato chips and a soft drink and in the few minutes to select those items I was literally ready to puncture my eardrums with steel needles.

Seasonal music brings out the worst in me and I won’t even name the countless tunes that shriek into my brain and cause damage to the frontal lobes. I do not have an aversion to people enjoying the spiritual aspect of this time of year but enough already. I rarely listen to the radio for this reason finding that even Public Radio goes over-the-river-and-through-the-woods and when they reached Grandmother’s even her Victrola was cranking out music that incited the Wolf to eat her, but not before smashing her antique musical device to tiny bits.

For those of you who have decided to avoid public places, radio, teevee and do not answer your front door for fear it will be carolers wishing you something merry I have compiled a short list of personal favorites that have nothing to do with this season.

Don’t try and understand why I picked them just enjoy them. Kalliope Amorphous reminded me of the wonderful music, that evokes emotions, in her December 21, 2009 Music Muses Monday

When the Weavers made a hit from Leadbelly’s “Good Night Irene,” is was bittersweet because the folk singer did not live to see his song reach such a large audience. The Weavers do justice to both the song and the man by acknowledging him so here is the original version.

More Music Follows if you would like to hear it then click more and get more

Most people who know of Brewer and Shipley’s probably are more familiar with their reefer hit, “One Toke Over the Line,” but “Witchi-tai-to,” off their 1969 “Weeds” LP pays homage to Native American composer, singer and musician Jim Pepper, whose original follows, B&S’s. Pepper was the pioneer of fusion jazz and brough rock and jazz together. The talent tenor saxophone musician brings this peyote healing chant from the Native American Church, which he learned from his grandfather, into our hearts.

The Kaw and Creek born Pepper, from Portland, Oregon released in the song on the 1971 on Embryo records, “Pepper’s Pow Wow.” Pepper died in 1992, at age 50, of lymphoma.

Brewer and Shipley - Witchi-tai-to

Native American Jim Pepper’s Original; ends abruptly

Another version of Pepper’s song

Any Rundgren fan knows he started as a member of Nazz, an early psychedelic group who released three albums, starting with Nazz, followed by Nazz, Nazz and ending with Nazz 3, before Rundgren released Runt with his hit “We Gotta Get You a Woman” in 1971. With “Open My Eyes,” you cna already hear the Rundgren guitar riffs that he would become famous for, but the ending of this music video has an addition of the cover a later Utopia LP but the final bars of a song from his LP “Todd.”

Also, in his version of “No 1,” (from 1973’s “Todd”) Todd has altered lyrics from the surrealistic poem. Gone are “Legs long and tan without a break, even the to the neck” and “suddenly, simulaneously, an eclipse and a snowfall, flakes melt instantly on the shoulders like wet silver, burning little holes all the way to the marrow. All the birds leave raking turquoise ruts across the velveeta sky, it’s time to scream.” The portion with “puckered flesh like avocado sags into a green pool” came before the birds but hey it is still a great song.

Originally, the scream echoes into wind and guitar and was indicative of a bad, but intense, acid trip.

Nazz Open My Eyes

“We Never Close” is an abstruse existential expression meaning that even while most of you are sleeping the café continues, equipped with delights to feed hungry souls by satiating appetites and quenching thirsts, with desirable cocktails of diversions that will embrace isolation from spiritual loneliness.

Starting April 5th, updates will be restrictive, while non-creative, albeit, crucial ventures outside the ether are addressed.

Monday is for poetry (Laughing Ricochet); Wednesday, Ladies Night; and Saturday Midnight Movies (El Cine) presents retrospectives of Avant-Garde, Surreal, Dadaist, Foreign, Documentary and Esoteric Cinema.

The arduous procedure of locating non-operational links, disconnected movie excerpts, trailers and music videos, missing photographs and editing of past blog posts for syntactic errors and wide-ranging erroneousness continues daily.

Older posts that are pertinent to contemporary stories are being re-edited, updated, and in many cases, removed from their original publish dates and reissued for new readers to enjoy. eXisTenTiaLNihLisT, femme fatale felines and the MIFW-B and Obsessive Collector columns will continue when the menu permits.

Kalliope Amorphous is “Our Main Course” and her extraordinary talent as poetess, photographer and humanitarian is a highly recommended banquet. Reservations are never needed and there are plenty of literary, visual and musical treats available on the right sidebar below Musecatcher

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